Your Neighbor's Pool is the Cleanest

April 18, 2011
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Peering through the rotting, stained wood
I see the land of milk and honey.

Neons, electric yellow,
plastics green and pink
lying a top a cool, clean blue.

I see Jesus running across in his swimming trunks.

A tall glass of water shimmies out of the sliding glass door
in a purple bikini.

She sprawls out on a long, woven
cabana chaise. Temptation.

I look away.
I settle. Our algae
saturated pool beckons.
I accept.

My shorts trap air and glub
under the thickness.

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